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53 lines
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Racing 'cross the arctic lands
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A mounted legion
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Under my command
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We're a brutal force
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No men can withstand
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Total havoc is at hand
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See the black crows circle high
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Waiting for brave men to die
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They sense the coming of the tide
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When opposition's swept aside
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The fateful message
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Reached us months ago
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That our home was under siege
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And since that day
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We've been heading north
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Our kinsmen needed our relief
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As we near our fortress walls
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Black smoke is rising to the sky
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Burnt black ruins
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Of our father's halls
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And corpses greet our tired eyes
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What madness led them to attack
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Victory could not be won
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They must've known
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There was no turning back
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And now they all are gone
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No woman, child or man was spared
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Their bodies lying where they fell
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Suffering, anguish and despair
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As they went through living hell
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So now we're on the ride again
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And vengeance is
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Our newfound path
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We draw our strength
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From grief and pain
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These bastards shall know
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Our endless wrath
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See the black crows circle high
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Waiting for brave men to die
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They sense the coming of the tide
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When opposition's swept aside
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________________________
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Name Coming Of The Tide
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Artist Amon Amarth
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Album Deceiver of the Gods
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